In the quiet
Of the night,
Where darkness
Steals the
Need for sight,
When most
Are asleep,
I lie awake,
Waiting for the
Dawn to break,
Long past trying
To count sheep,
My brain's shallow,
But my thoughts
Are deep,
My mind's trying
To put the
World to rights,
But I think it
Might take….
Several nights!
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